After the True Heiress Travels Back
Chapter 139: Bluff

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Bluff

A dark and murky shadow slowly coalesced, quickly taking form.

This person was none other than Zhao Ye, the Prince Consort Gong, whom Shi Yaoguang had seen in the Illusion Realm.

Zhao Ye, having become the Ghost King, had ample Ghost Qi to sustain his shape-shifting abilities.

Therefore, when he appeared before Shi Yaoguang, he still looked as he did before his death.

He died in his middle age and now appeared to be a handsome middle-aged man.

However, the attire he wore was not that of a prince consort but rather... a Dragon Robe embroidered with a Five-clawed Golden Dragon.

Shi Yaoguang unabashedly sized him up, while Zhao Ye’s gaze towards Shi Yaoguang also carried a measure of scrutiny.

After a long moment, he was the first to speak.

"Are you here to seek death?"

Listening to his arrogant tone, Shi Yaoguang’s eyebrows twitched slightly, "Seeking death? I’m not interested in seeking death."

"So you mean to say, you wish to live?" asked Zhao Ye with a somewhat sinister tone, "If you want to live, it’s not impossible."

Shi Yaoguang’s lips curved, "What does the Prince Consort imply?"

"As long as you agree to stay and serve me, I will spare your life."

As he spoke, his normally colored pupils gradually took on a red hue, his threatening intent could not have been more clear.

Shi Yaoguang frowned slightly, deliberately feigning hesitation, "What benefits would there be for me to stay?"

"If you are willing, I can fulfill any wish of yours."

"Any wish?" Shi Yaoguang snapped his fingers, with a ball of flame appearing in his hand, "Does that wish include... exterminating you?"

Zhao Ye’s eyes were instantaneously saturated with bloody red, his tone chilling, "Since you’re courting death, I’ll grant your wish!"

With those words, he condensed a ball of Ghost Qi in his hand and hurled it at Shi Yaoguang.

He had thought that Shi Yaoguang would die under his Ghost Qi, but after waiting for a while, he didn’t hear Shi Yaoguang’s scream.

Feeling that something was amiss, he intended to walk over to check on her, but suddenly, two iron chains shot out from thin air.

He attempted to dodge, only to find that his body was immobilized.

In his delay, he failed to dodge in time.

The two chains that appeared out of nowhere speared through his shoulder blades.

"No, this is impossible!"

He stared incredulously at the iron chains piercing through his shoulder blades.

He was the Ghost King; ordinary magic artifacts simply could not harm him!

Let alone cause harm, even the most mundane artifacts could not even touch him.

What was the origin of these two iron chains?

Before the Ghost King could figure it out, his body was yanked forward by the chains.

Shi Yaoguang, holding the ends of the iron chains, forcefully jerked the chains, binding him up in a reverse hold and wrapping him up like a zongzi (rice dumpling).

Zhao Ye hadn’t expected to be so easily defeated.

Shi Yaoguang met his bewildered expression with a hooked lip, "Prince Consort, are you surprised?"

"You... who exactly are you?"

Zhao Ye looked at her with hatred etched on his face.

Shi Yaoguang flashed an innocent smile, deliberately articulating in a refined manner, "I am but a person from beyond this realm."

Zhao Ye was somewhat dazed: "A person from beyond this realm?"

"Yes," Shi Yaoguang spoke solemnly, "I am a descendant of the State Preceptor of Zhao Country. Having heard the ancestral teachings, I was certain that the Ghost King would emerge from the Duke’s mansion, and I am here to subjugate him."

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Ye’s eyes nearly burst with fury.

"What did you say?!"

Shi Yaoguang’s face was filled with pity, "The State Preceptor once prophesied that the Duke’s self-mutilation was a feigned surrender. One day, it would inevitably lead to turmoil in the country, and therefore he directed us, his descendants, to rise and subdue it."

Zhao Ye was in a daze, shaking his head in disbelief, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

Shi Yaoguang shrugged, "What’s so impossible about it? When you slit your throat in the mansion, only the Emperor believed you out of brotherly love. Everyone else knew what you were really thinking."

"The so-called self-punishment was merely a means of escape. We already knew that you had summoned a Magician to resurrect yourself and cause chaos. If it wasn’t for the State Preceptor personally suppressing you, how else would you have awakened after a thousand years?"

Zhao Ye, who had harbored some doubts, saw them all dissolve upon hearing these words.

But, his unwillingness to accept this deepened.

He glared with bloodshot eyes at Shi Yaoguang, "A thousand years have passed, and now Zhao Country has vanished. Why are you still here?"

"What’s so strange about that?" Shi Yaoguang answered frankly, "Not just me, your descendants are also living well, aren’t they? If I’m not mistaken, Zhao Jinlin is the target you intend to possess, right?"

As she said this, she clicked her tongue lightly, "Your plan was excellent, it’s just a pity that you encountered me."

Zhao Ye looked at her triumphantly, and was nearly angered to death all over again.

And yet, Shi Yaoguang continued to pour salt on the wound, "Speaking of which, I also know a secret."

"What secret?"

"Your rebellion failed because your Princess Consort revealed your plans."

After Shi Yaoguang finished speaking, her eyes brimmed with sympathy, "The Duke probably never imagined this till his death, right?"

Zhao Ye’s bloodshot eyes widened, "No! That’s impossible!"

"What’s so impossible about it?"

Zhao Ye said, "There was only one woman in my inner courtyard, the Princess Consort! If she betrayed me, then how could Zhao Jinlin exist?"

He could sense the blood of the Zhao Family in Zhao Jinlin, which is why he did not believe that Zhao Jinlin was unrelated to him.

Shi Yaoguang spoke in a tone dripping with sympathy, "Indeed, Zhao Jinlin is a descendant of the Zhao Family, but... apart from you, there was also your royal brother."

"Back then, when the royal line was dwindling, only your and your brother’s bloodlines were left in the Zhao Family... Zhao Jinlin is a Zhao, but he does not carry your bloodline..."

"Impossible!" Zhao Ye still refused to believe, "If Zhao Jinlin isn’t my descendant, then how could he possess the deeds to the Duke’s properties?"

"That’s why I mentioned your Princess Consort..." Shi Yaoguang deliberately trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished.

This half-concealed revelation led Zhao Ye to wildly speculate many scenarios in his mind.

After this mental exercise, he was utterly incensed.

Shi Yaoguang still looked at him with eyes full of pity, "The Duke thought he could ascend to the Supreme Emperor’s throne, but in the end, it was all for naught..."

Zhao Ye’s imagination ran with the idea that he had tried to seize power, only for his wife to discover and betray him beforehand—she not only turned informant but also cuckolded him, and even the son she bore was not his...

After such melodrama, Zhao Ye was completely mad with rage.

Zhao Ye’s agitation affected the Ghost Qi throughout the entire Ghost House.

As if oblivious to the spirits gathering around her, Shi Yaoguang drew a drop of blood from her fingertip when Zhao Ye’s emotions peaked.

The blood from her fingertip infused into the chains binding him; the chains, which had been rattling in the gusty winds, suddenly quieted down.

She took the opportunity to throw out several talismans, forming a Formation that extracted the life force Zhao Ye had borrowed from An Xiaoya.

The life that belonged to An Xiaoya swiftly flowed back in the direction it came from.

Feeling the abundant energy slipping away, Zhao Ye couldn’t help but brandish his claws viciously towards her.

Shi Yaoguang stood unmoved; he was overjoyed and reached out to grab her slender throat. With just a bit more pressure, the girl would die before him!

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